Now I wish I would’ve emerged from somewhere as the sky was bluing. I often say this is my blue period, and maybe this is how it would have ended. Black becoming blue as the sun crowned the horizon. I wonder where I would’ve been coming from: a club, an apartment, a hospital. Hungover, angry, concerned. I’m smoking, and I don’t know why I’m smoking; I’m terrified of addiction. Fearful of dependence. Maybe I asked someone to lend me one as if I would’ve handed it back all lit and deformed, ready to be stomped. Maybe during the exchange, our…
This isn’t even en vogue…is there gonna be a peaceful transfer of power? idk, but please wear a mask!
Currently, thoughts are swimming, floating, and zipping around in my mind. They seem to want to become longer, more nuanced works, but there are so many of them and they’re probably more suited for people more knowledgeable and more connected or affected by the subject of these thoughts. Maybe I’ll find the time to expand on these thoughts, but for now, it’s a snap thought.
The majority of the opposition to mask-wearing seems to be coming from MAGA hat-wearing heteronormative white…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and because I have no friends, a now-deleted Twitter account, and a journal I don’t write in often as I know I should these thoughts swim around in my mind with no one on the receiving end of it. Then, I remembered this exists.
Very quickly, those thoughts.
The end of celebrity begins with the end of Keeping Up With the Kardashians. Celebrity culture really began with the Kardashians and won’t survive without them. The era of famous for doing nothing is over, I hope. It should absolutely end here…
The silly and sad dead mom memoir everyone should read.
Tyler Feder’s “Dancing at the Pity Party” is an autobiographical graphic novel that celebrates Tyler’s late mother, Rhonda, who died when Tyler was a 19-year-old sophomore in college. Death, especially the death of a parent, is often a difficult subject to navigate, but Tyler depicts the sadness, the awkwardness, and difficulties of death with ease.
Silly and sad the story takes us through the diagnosis, the treatment, the death, the funeral, and the after. The soft pink palette helps dilute the usual dark topic of death.
You’ll laugh as often…
By Catharine Romero-Perla
Drunk me understood, but the drunk me 2 seconds later misunderstood and carried the misunderstanding over to morning after sober me.
The misunderstanding came from a message I sent to the boy I could only l*ve after he moved away.
We never made it to where we headed.
Maybe he reached out first, or maybe I did, but at some point, he replied, be safe, which is the kind way of saying, leave me alone.
I responded, we never made it to where we headed.
This was an invitation for him to keep replying — to keep…
Close Your Eyes
Today my parents were sitting at the dining room table with thermometers sticking out their closed lips; meanwhile, I was in the kitchen washing our dirty dinner plates overcome with emotion. A million thoughts and scenarios ran through my mind as I considered what a fever reading would mean.
I imagined myself, “I never expected to become my parent’s caretakers, but in many ways, I think I always knew that was my role. To care for them when they no longer could care for themselves.”
I imagined myself, “It’s strange to have all your grandparents outlive your…
By Catharine Romero-Perla
There’s a hole in my bedroom wall. We had stopped talking before winter hit. It’s summer now, and he texted. He said it’s been a while. Asked if I was ok.
Irritated, I threw my phone. I saw it bounce off my bed and hit the wall.
Afterward, I googled: why am i angry at l*ve.
An article Why Do So Many People Respond Negatively to Being Loved? popped up. He read me like a book. Laid me out so scientifically, I had to accept it.
Yes, being shown value arouses anger and hostility. Yes…
The Book of X by Sarah Rose Etter features Cassie who is born with a knot for a torso. As Cassie grows and transitions from an adolescent to a young adult, to an adult she experiences desire, lust, loss, and love.
The writing is surreal. Each sentence crafted with purpose and meaning meant to destabilize the reader's perception of reality. In Cassie’s world, an apartment is not just an apartment. It is where her body is kept.
The writing succeeds in showcasing how strange it is to maneuver the world as a woman.
The Book of X forefronts the…
There’s only 6, relax.
My playlists are mainly songs I’m obsessed with at the time. There is usually nothing connecting them thematically or musically. The basis for putting a song in a playlist is usually, “I want to listen to this song a million times and I want it to be as easy to find as the other song I want to listen to a million times.” Thus, the birth of a playlist. What ends of happening is these songs become imbued with my life. They become the soundtrack to my life (ahaa) at that particular time. …
They married right out of college; although more appropriate than marrying right out of high school, their friends were cautiously supportive of their coupling. He was an accounting major, with a job lined up making more money a day than he did working the bar every weekend. She was a chemistry major headed to pharmacy school with scholarships covering the cost of going back. Separately they would’ve been fine, together they were great, and they both knew the love they shared would last a lifetime.
They married on a Tuesday even though prophecy told them not to. His vows were…